It was not surprising that Zhang Weilu was able to guess his revealed thoughts. This young man was really at the top of his game in terms of his ability to deal with people.
When Beitang entered the room just now, he swallowed the second half of the sentence in his stomach. Zhang Weilu had already seen it clearly, so he thanked him like this.
After all, if those words are spoken, it will be difficult to stop them. It is like pouring water into the earth, how can it be collected in the alms bowl.
"What's there to thank you for?" General Bai took a sip of his drink, put his palms on the terrain map on the table, and said lazily, "It's true that your father and I have a grudge against each other, and we don't mind beating him." Beating someone from the Prime Minister's Mansion is not enough to kill a descendant of Prime Minister Qi's family; after killing someone, it is already an extremely ruthless method. If I make a plot to make you die in Shidou River, no one in the Zhang family can provoke it. A banner for decades to come.”
Zhang Qing is dead, and his youngest son is stupid. If Zhang Weilu makes another mistake, the Zhang family, which has lasted for several generations in Qiling official circles, may really come to a step of decline. I understand this truth, and Zhang Weilu also understands it, so The latter picked up the wine bottle in his hand, smiled slightly and said, "Then I have to thank the general for not making things difficult."
General Zhennan, who was slightly drunk, looked at the barefoot man up and down, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "You boy, do you really think that your Zhang family can be slaughtered by others? You have held important positions in the court for generations, and now in the clan What’s more, if the family heritage accumulated over generations by your father, who was a minister of Qi Dynasty, is revealed at the same time, not only can the capital be shaken for several years, it can also shake up half of Qiling’s civil service officialdom.”
Bai Negiji narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a teasing smile, "If I really want to destroy your life, I, a General Zhennan who has no family background at all, cannot withstand the thunderous wrath of your Zhang family."
The previous sentences are true. Apart from those Wenmo families that had already spread their branches in Qiling in the previous dynasty, the Zhang family can really be regarded as a prominent family among the large and small families in Qiling. It was a big shock to the capital, but as far as the officialdom was concerned, a prime minister who was highly valued by the emperor and who was in his prime was enough to make the officialdom fearful.
But Zhang Weilu didn't feel at all that Bai Fuji's last sentence was true.
As the head of the military attache, although his power is slightly less than that of Qi Xiang, and there is no aristocratic family behind him, but except for a few crucial military positions in Qiling's southern border, the appointment and removal of military attaches are almost all done by the emperor. Delivered to General Bai.
He is in charge of the appointment and dismissal of nearly half of Qi Ling's military attachés. This power is so great that if he is interested in winning over party members and cultivating cronies, he can argue with Qi Xiang, who has the Zhang family as his backing. Probably it is precisely because the current Holy One is unwilling to favor one over the other and serves a bowl of water too fair that all the civil servants secretly criticize him all day long, often saying that the person who lives thousands of miles away in the poor mountains and rivers is in vain and has never been willing to do good deeds. .
"When practicing boxing and palming, whether you are going to hit a pile with your palm power or fighting with a fellow disciple, you must first roughly measure the power of your own physical palms. If you are weak and your strength is too gentle, It is easy to cut the tip of the fist by the barbs on the fist stake. If you use too much force and injure a fellow disciple, it can hardly be called a good thing." The general said calmly, no longer paying attention to the subtle changes in the expression on Zhang Weilu's face. Instead, he looked nonchalantly at the map of mountains and rivers in southern Xinjiang in front of him and poured a sip of wine into his throat.
Zhang Weilu's eyes flashed.
He was not one of the fools. In a moment, he had already understood most of the words that he had betrayed himself in vain.
"Thank you very much."
"Thank you for what?" He didn't know whether it was because the wine was spicy or because he drank too fast. Bai Zhengji almost choked and coughed, but he still asked.
The man laughed silently.
"Of course I'd like to thank the general for preaching and clarifying my doubts."
The two people in the tent were very drunk.
Practitioners can of course rely on the meridians throughout the body to push the pure alcohol vapor to the top of the head and toes, so it is called a thousand cups that cannot be poured down. Zhang Weilu has also learned this little technique, and he also knows the power of alcohol. In order to stay awake all the time, I have never wanted to be contaminated at all.
But this time it was different. General Zhennan, the leading figure in the imperial court, invited a commoner to drink. This was a huge honor that overshadowed Shi Douchuan. If he didn't drink, it would be unjustifiable.
Seeing that it was in vain that he went out to his tent again, he sent the sergeant to bring in two jugs of wine. His face turned red, but he still carried the jug to fill the wine. Zhang Weilu knew that he would probably not be able to escape this time, so he stopped letting the smell of wine come out. The meridians slowly flowed out of the body, and when I drank it, I became drunk.
"Forget about anything else, in your opinion, can the might of Shi Douchuan's army be considered tyrannical? No matter how strong the soldiers and horses are, it is more than enough." In vain, he took a sip of wine, and the seat of his chair became a little tilted and closed slightly as he drank. The bun hanging down between his forehead smiled.
The drink overturned and happened to land in the river on the terrain map, just like the rivers swelled in spring.
Zhang Weilu, who was obviously drunk, lost most of his scruples in his words at this moment. He waved his hands casually and said, "Since there is no war now, what's the point of having a stronger army in the south of the town? As the leader of the military attache, general training is his duty. Wherever you are, no matter how well you do it, it is difficult to add glory; if you sit in this official position and train soldiers well, you may not be able to recognize it."
Bai Negiji's eyes were blurry with drunkenness, and he laughed when he heard this, "You know nothing about officialdom. Apart from training troops and suppressing bandits, what can I, the general of Zhennan, do?"
"I don't understand the way of being an official, but among my disciples, there are many officials in my family. I often mention family affairs and express a lot of emotions. If you want to be an official, no one can find fault with it. In addition to being tactful and smooth in dealing with people, Apart from that, you must do everything within your duties, and you must always be concerned about the outside affairs." The barefoot man put his hand on his eyebrows and said slowly, "For the general, his duties are to train troops and farm, suppress bandits and guard the border, and serve as a joint force in the southern frontier of Qiling. Tianguan is a powerful force for all enemies in the southern region, but the special affairs are within the imperial court. How should this general be?"
One is Zhennan, the other is general. These insightful sentences soon made the drunken Bai Fuji think deeply. He propped his head on one palm and waited for Zhang Weilu's next words.
"It is not uncommon for military attachés to submit letters, which is not surprising in the court, but the general has too much power, so he must show some loyalty to that person, or be a courtier. I have to say that in this regard, my father does It's better. If the general builds this southern border into a golden mountain, there is no need for the saint to worry about it. Although it is a good thing, giving appropriate advice or issuing a memorial and asking for opinions will not make the saint feel worried or bored. , and there will be joy in my heart.”
Zhang Weilu kept talking, but the weight of the wine vat beside him became lighter and lighter, and the expression on his face changed from the same old one to one that was becoming more and more proud.
He looks more and more like a young man who is already young.
"The general will not accept military orders from abroad. Even so, it is better to decide everything on your own than to ask His Majesty. Firstly, you can see what His Majesty means. Secondly, it can make Your Majesty feel happy. Why not do it? ? Even when hundreds of civil and military officials go to court, one or two things can be shown: Look, such a military officer is the leader of Qiling in terms of means. If you don't understand something, you still have to ask me. I always feel like it in my heart. It's refreshing. Now that there is no war in southern Xinjiang, I estimate that you will not remonstrate even once in a year. Your Majesty always checks the memorials and can't see you alive. How does it feel? You, General Qiling, are making trouble. You don’t need me, the emperor, to supervise you for half a day? Sitting together in the palace, I can’t even send someone to understand the current situation in southern Xinjiang.”
"Then as a minister, he is indeed unqualified."
Relying on the strength of his drink, Zhang Weilu finally said all the things he didn't want to say. Since General Zhennan has not made things too difficult for his son, Qi Xiang, since he entered the camp, and even made such a point, then if he continues to hide, wouldn't it be too small?
When Bai Fuji offered him wine to attack, he, Zhang Weilu, should retaliate with warm wine. General Bai said that he knows himself and his enemy, so of course he should return the favor as a minister.
Even though this is the way to be a minister, it was originally stated in Qi Xin's letter.
And ever since the barefoot man opened his mouth, he held the wine flask in his palm and never raised it again.
